Chapter 56: Ashina’s Mischief

Phield’s lord panel now also displayed Rosalia’s name.

Name: Rosalia Starnight

Level: Tier One (Corrupted Divine Chosen)

Class: Vanguard Infantry / Corrupted Hybrid Creature

Divine Skill: Endless Severance (Consumes vitality or divine power to unleash large-scale sword-energy slashes)

Divine Artifact: Greatsword of Gluttony (Absorbs vitality, condenses blood threads, and can easily repair the host’s body. The side effect is an intense sense of hunger.)

Special Ability: Corrupted Immortality (A body formed by a special divine power, extremely difficult to kill. Even if crushed into fragments, the divine soul will return to the Death Miasma and wait for the next descent.)

Legion Skill: None

Territory Bonus: None

Phield studied the panel, thinking to himself, “Corrupted beings really are special—truly immortal. Not providing any legion or territory bonuses actually makes sense. Corruption only destroys, after all.”

“But that’s not a problem. With Rosalia, the territory’s combat strength has increased by at least double.”

Before, whenever Ashina left the domain, Phield was always on edge, worried about a surprise attack on their home. Now, with Rosalia here, Nightfall Domain finally possessed both offensive and defensive power.

“I never imagined there would be Divine Chosen among corrupted beings—let alone that they could be contracted. The Northern Province isn’t some cursed land at all. It’s clearly a goldmine.” Phield was delighted. “Decided—gotta capture all the Pokémon… no, wait… contract all corrupted Divine Chosen.”

Since one had appeared, that meant there were more.

At the same time, Phield learned that uncontracted corrupted Divine Chosen appeared as red markers on the map.

Phield turned to look at the two of them.

Both Ashina and Rosalia wore stunned expressions.

“Huh? You really contracted her?” Ashina was shocked. “No wonder I was confused when you contracted me back then. There’s never been a precedent of humans contracting with Demei-humans. You can not only contract across species, but also contract multiple Divine Chosen. That’s unbelievable.”

Phield waved his hand. “Keep it low-key. Just a trivial matter.”

Phield could form unlimited contracts, regardless of race. The entire world would have to be shocked by this eventually.

“That makes sense. After all, I was cultivated by you as well. As expected of you, my lord,” Ashina thought, recalling how Phield had once said she could only reach her current strength by becoming a Divine Chosen.

“Take her down,” Phield said. “The contract is very binding. There’s no need to worry about betrayal.”

He pointed at Rosalia, who was still pinned to the wall, a long blade buried in her chest, blood pouring down. For an ordinary person, that amount of blood loss would have meant meeting God already—time for a resurrection match. As for whether they’d revive as a person or a pig, who knew.

“All right, but please be careful. Corruption is the embodiment of the devil.” After a moment of thought, Ashina stepped forward, pulled the long blade free, and sheathed it, not forgetting to warn Rosalia. “Don’t even think about harming anyone—especially Lord Phield. Otherwise, I’ll nail you to the wall a second time.”

The little girl’s eyes drooped. She no longer had the strength to speak. Without a divine artifact to heal her, she couldn’t recover.

“That’s a serious wound.” Phield took off his cloak and pressed it against Rosalia’s injury, then pulled a potion from his pocket to stop the bleeding. Ordinary potions didn’t do much for Rosalia, but it was better than doing nothing.

“Mmm… I… I’m fine. Just need to sleep.”

Rosalia’s eyes slowly closed as she muttered something indistinct.

“What?” Phield leaned in to listen, only to find that Rosalia had already passed out.

“She said she’s very grateful to you, my lord,” Ashina said, her ears twitching while her eyes darted about. Her hands were clasped behind her back, her expression perfectly innocent.

Phield smiled in relief. “The little girl’s quite well-mannered.”

In fact, Ashina had heard it very clearly. What the little girl actually said was: “Pregnant… not now.”

Earlier, when Ashina and Rosalia had been trading insults, Ashina had threatened her, saying she’d make her pregnant once she caught her.

And now—damn it—she really had caught her.

“There’s still one more issue. Should the existence of corrupted Divine Chosen be made public in Nightfall Domain?”

This was no trivial matter. It concerned Divine Chosen and Phield’s future path, and couldn’t be taken lightly. Whether it was his ability to contract unlimited Divine Chosen or the exposure of corrupted Divine Chosen, both were major diplomatic and internal political decisions.

Across the entire continent, there had never been rumors of corrupted Divine Chosen. Corrupted beings had always been regarded as demons—and indeed, they were no different from demons. If people learned that Phield could contract “demons,” the consequences were obvious. Countless self-proclaimed righteous forces would flatten Nightfall Domain without hesitation.

Moreover, even the gentle Ashina had already caused unease among the humans of the territory. Rosalia’s appearance would completely shatter their mindset.

Ashina offered no opinions on internal affairs or diplomacy. She smiled softly. “I’ll follow your lead. I’ll unconditionally support whatever decision you make.”

“Then we’ll keep it secret for now.” The corners of Phield’s mouth lifted. “Perfect timing—we need hidden power anyway.”

“Yes, my dear lord!”

Phield stretched lazily, revealing seductive curves. Sweat from the battle left her skin damp, pale, and gleaming, like fine porcelain. In the dim room, she radiated a captivating glow as she said coquettishly, “Lord Phield, when we get back I want meat! Three portions!”

“Hmph. When have I ever shorted you on meat?” Phield said, lifting Rosalia into his arms. “Let’s go. Back to the grand manor.”

…

On the morning of the third day, Rosalia lay quietly on the large bed, the blanket rising and falling with her steady breathing. Her soft, delicate lips paired with her snow-white skin made her look like a perfect strawberry decoration atop a creamy cake.

The window was open, and an occasional breeze drifted in. Phield looked out through the window. The sky above was still shrouded in mist, but it had grown noticeably brighter.

“Maybe we’ll see the sun soon,” Phield said, sitting by the bed and taking a sip of black tea. He had never missed the sun so much. Although plants could still grow, never seeing the sun always felt strange.

“Mmm~ I don’t really miss it. But she’s been asleep for three days and still hasn’t woken up,” Ashina said, pinching Rosalia’s cheek. She had been taking care of the little girl these past few days. The maids couldn’t be allowed near a corrupted being. With a mischievous smile, Ashina leaned close to Rosalia’s ear. “If you keep sleeping, you’ll succeed in getting pregnant.”

“Mmm… mm…”

Rosalia frowned slightly, looking uncomfortable, though not entirely resistant.

“With a Drakewolf’s child!” Ashina said slyly.

“Mmm—mm!”

Rosalia struggled visibly, her small hands gripping the blanket tightly, as if fighting for her life.

“Pfft—haha. Just kidding, noble lady,” Ashina said, ending her prank.

Rosalia returned to a calm state.

“The memorial ceremony is about to begin. Let’s go together.”

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